Ken Rosenthal / Missing

 

 

 

 

 

 Ken Rosenthal

 

 

 

Missing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                          

                                                         빛이 잘려 떨어져나간 어느 한 점
                                                         그 검은 점으로부터 난 것은 아니었는지.

                                                         웅크려 안은 어둠이
                                                         자궁 속 태아처럼, 익숙하게 발을 내리는

                                                         뒤척여. 뒤척이다 깨는 꿈
                                                         풍경도 사람도, 고정된 정물조차
                                                         되돌아 찾아가는 길은 멀기도 하였다.

 

                                                         그리 하늘.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                          버스 정류장에 서 있으마.

                                                                                                                                                          막차는 생각보다 일찍 오니

                                                                                                                                                          눈물 같은 빗줄기가 어깨 위에

                                                                                                                                                          모든 걸 잃은 나의 발길 위에

                                                                                                                                                          싸이렌 소리로 구급차 달려가고

                                                                                                                                                          비에 젖은 전단들이

                                                                                                                                                          차도에 한 번 더 나부낀다.

                                                                                                                                                          막차는 질주하듯 멀리서 달려오고

                                                                                                                                                          너는 아직 내 젖은 시야에 안 보이고

                                                                                                                                                          무너져, 나 오늘 여기 무너지더라도

                                                                                                                                                          비참한 내 운명에 무릎 꿇더라도.

                                                                                                                                                          너 어느 어둔 길모퉁이 돌아 나오려나

                                                                                                                                                          졸린 승객들도 모두 막차로 떠나가고

                                                                                                                                                          그 해 이후 내게

                                                                                                                                                          봄은 오래 오지 않고

                                                                                                                                                          긴 긴 어둠 속에서 나 깊이 잠들었고

                                                                                                                                                          가끔씩 꿈으로 그 정류장을 배회하고

                                                                                                                                                          너의 체온, 그 냄새까지 모두 기억하고

                                                                                                                                                          다시 올 봄의 화사한 첫 차를 기다리며

                                                                                                                                                          오랫동안 내 영혼 비에 젖어 뒤척였고

                                                                                                                                                          뒤척여, 내가 오늘

                                                                                                                                                          다시 눈을 뜨면

                                                                                                                                                          너는 햇살 가득한 그 봄날 언덕길로

                                                                                                                                                          십자가 높은 성당 큰 종소리에

                                                                                                                                                          거기 계단 위를 하나씩 오르고 있겠니

                                                                                                                                                          버스 정류장에 서 있으마

                                                                                                                                                          첫 차는 마음보다 일찍 오니

                                                                                                                                                          어둠 걷혀 깨는 새벽 길모퉁이를 돌아

                                                                                                                                                          내가 다시 그 정류장으로 나가마

                                                                                                                                                          투명한 유리창 햇살 가득한 첫 차를 타고

                                                                                                                                                          초록의 그 봄날 언덕길로 가마

                                                                                                                                                          초록의 그 봄날 언덕길로 가마

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

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